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“In the center of a garden reared a tree, glinting golden in the darkness, peppered with flowers that smelled of blood. The great yawning hollows of the trunk invited her in, promising a snug sanctuary. "They will suffocate you like a pillow of sand and you will never emerge alive," a chittering voice cried out. The patterns engraved on the tree's bark dizzied her eyes. "If your finger brushes against them, you'll know true madness." She glanced away from the bark, her eyes caught by a movement in the branches. A squirrel scurried down the trunk towards her. It didn't seem to be bothered that its tail was swathed in flames, or that something had eaten away at half of its rot-black face and torso. Death's pet project bared its teeth at her. "Do you really want to be here?”

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Book:The Wake Up
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“We should run away. Get married and forget about anything else.”
I snort and slide my hands down to his chest, marveling at the hard and defined muscles. “Tempting, but you would regret it five minutes after we ran away.”
Callum tightens his fingers around my waist. “They would be the best five minutes of my life. Worth every second.”

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Book:Proud Pada
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“The Behemoth & The Godspawn Surfer by Stewart Stafford Jagged flesh in the behemoth's belly, The city encircled by its tongue's pall, I drank toxic fumes and pumice smoke, As I tried surfing along a lava waterfall. My obsidian bone board, surging fire, Cryptid blood drips from a snapping jaw, In a flash of the beast's fungal jawline, I counted the vacant dead within its maw. In a blaze, I was in its mouth and deeper, I rounded the gullet's scalding turn, Into a sea of swirling bones, stomach bile, Where half-chewed skyscrapers churn. "Leave me, Godspawn!" the monster roared, "Spoil not my prey feasting for my fangs to cut!" My board speared into its festering heart, It ejected me in a howling thunderclap of sulphur soot. And hurled me skyward, sand-blasted, and bruised, The plume cleared, and the beast stood, wound-free— Lava floods scorched, the city’s debt — a lifeblood hue, By sunrise, my perennial task returned to enslave me. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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“Returning my voice to a conversational level, I called back, “Nora, I’m not attempting to embarrass you or single you out. I know you’re capable. But stay behind Chas, okay? You die, you d i e permanently, and for various reasons that we’ve already gotten angsty about together, I don’t want that to happen.” “Okay, okay,” she sighed. “Angsty?” Chas asked. “Ooh! Later, details!” “Yes, later.” With that, I waved the team forward.”

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Book:Dearly, Departed
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“Yes, of course," she said, the words rushing out. "You're defending your country." She opened her mouth again, then bit her lip. "Go on," he said. "Ask what you wanted to ask. I don't bite." "Well, I suppose I just wondered whether you had... whether you had actually ever killed anyone." He laughed. "You know, you do seem much younger than sixteen," he said. "But in answer to your question- yes, I have. More than one." He stopped. There was a new, dark look in his eyes when he continued. "You can't imagine what it's like. The Libyan heat sticking to you, day in, day out. Nothing but sand and rock for miles. Not a bit of green. All day, crawling in the dust, shooting and being shot at. Men dying around you. You realize, when you see a person die, that there's nothing special about humans. We're just flesh and blood and organs, no different to the pig that have us this bacon. "So, all day, dust, death, everywhere. I went to sleep each night with dust in my mouth and the smell of blood in my nose. Even here- I'm still finding dust on me. Under my nails, in my hair, caked into the soles of my shoes. And I can still smell the blood. All so that some English girl, sitting pretty in her father's manor house, can ask me if I ever killed anyone.”

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Book:Weyward
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“Days in the sun, such harmless fun, they remind my heart of you. But you crumbled away, now alone I will play, my heart crumbled away with you too. Bundles of flowers, a bouquet towers, they remind my heart of you. But your soul flew away, how I wish it could stay, my heart flew away with you too. Rows of stones, such beautiful bones, they remind my heart of you. But you rotted away, at the end of the day, my heart rots away for you too.”

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Book:We Rotted in the Bitterlands
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“... I feared I might lose my faith. If you've never had a faith, you will not understand what that means. You feel as if your best friend is dying, that everything that defined you is being burned away; that you'll be left all alone. You feel exiled, as if you are lost in a dark wood. It was like the feeling I had when Tabitha died: the world was emptying itself of meaning. Everything was hollow. Everything was withering.”

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Book:The Testaments
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